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Fiend Angelical She doesn’t let them see what’s inside her heart But they think they know everything – [ They haven’t scratched the surface of the workings within toughened tissue ] The pain is fresh But it will dull like dirty needles dissolving into tainted blood Not even when the shadows fall do we truly know The innards of her thoughts; the rawness wherein rests Her genius We cannot wait for a magick day to come But only choose to the love the angel Who in suppression takes demon form.
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